She’s a perpetual worrier not
a warrior it seem!
Of everything and anything under the sky blooming
A song of deja vu into her ears ringing
The onset of dread in a cloak and dagger scene
Niggling worries her stomach’s inside churning
Rhyme or rhythm nor of reason any
She’s always, always worrying about something
Be it the most perfect situation but her niggle worms in
Into her worrying brain the seed nourishes into a tree
And of flowers and fruits plenty!
From A to Z she leaps a quick leap
A water strider’s skate and of thoughts skipping
The judge and executioner the case has its own closing
A story she tells and a story of her own ending
She lays herself a trap into which she falls in
A labyrinth so sprawling she’s lost in
Her mind so played up she’s never at peace
Be it that all that she has hoped and wished
Has materialised her eyes to be seen
Another boat of worries she will soon be clinging
Again to be thrown turbulent waters weighing
It’s her nature always to be worrying!
A second skin she’s dearly wearing
If only she believes in the natural course of things
Everything has its own place in this grand scheme
With the tides along she’d swim
Drown she will if against it with all her worrying!
By: Mariam Bee, Ipoh, Perak